Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.